Supernatural Belphegor Novels & Stories

They squawked at my unhidden malice. “I really don't understand why we're here,” Beelzebub said drearily, like he was having the life sucked out of him. “I have tax returns to do. Abaddon requested them by five. And Gog has lifted the Keys to Hell. There's a blockage of souls on the Styx because of your forsaken pests, Samael. Yet here we are. In a restaurant. Where I have an increasing thirst for blood.”

reminded the gloomy demon to the aging Helia Baal. “I'd be devouring every human child– I will not be buried in darkness, Siegfried,” said the old witch with a grating laugh but had struggled to carry her wicker baskets full of twelve chickens. “The infrequent rainfall has weakened you, Helia Baal,” said the demon helping his mistress to lift over her shoulder the two cages that had been tied together to a sling. She agonized and had dropped the wicker cages to the seamless floor. “Bring out my philter then, Goat-Head,” said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

" I am okay. Keep going We need to find King Lucifer as soon as possible" I channelled my powers to focus not on the pain but the first gate. As I walked further. the pain was still hitting me, but It was not worse anymore. Felix followed me. We stood before a gate, that was the 7th prince, Prince Belphegors'. He was the prince of sloth. As we entered the door, we found Prince Belphegor sitting by his window with his hands on his cheeks. he was lazily looking at the line that leads to the hell gate for souls after their death. The room was gloomy but not that dark.

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

She would find a way out, no matter what it took. As she began to explore her surroundings, Edna noticed something strange. The creatures that roamed this part were not the same as the ones she had encountered in the other places of hell. They were darker, more twisted, and far more dangerous. She quickly realized that she was going to have to adapt if she wanted to survive. It wasn't long before Edna came face to face with one of Hell's most powerful denizens: Belphegor, the demon of sloth. He towered over her, his massive frame covered in black scales and adorned with wicked spikes.

( with a worry in her voice) UNKNOWN MALE VOICE : I am Belphegor, the disputer and demon prince of hell All the apostles are wide-eyed at this revelation with life flushing from Eliza’s face SIRIUS : A demon prince… here??? ZINO : We are so screwed….( Gulps)

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

"Where I am shadow and substance, he is light and chaos. We were created together—two sides of the first perfect being Lucifer crafted. He's been imprisoned in the Null Void since... since our separation." Classy stepped forward. "And he just gives us his blood? Out of cosmic goodwill?" Shadowalker's smile was thin and humorless. "He gives it for a price." The door opened again, and Elliot entered, a tablet in hand, his face grave. "Whatever decision you're making, make it fast. Satellite feeds show energy spikes in three locations. The Overlord isn't waiting." He tapped the tablet, and images flickered to life—a massive figure of living stone shifting in a quarry, surrounded by smaller eart